Lemme get a little this, lemme get a little that, lemme get a little

Verse 1 [AJRadico]

Lemme I get a lil' this, Making money outta sense

Ever since a lil kid I was clever as a fox

Never really with the shits, I was never with the antics

Always in the crib, till I hopped of the stoop

And I rode with the wind but my mama never panic

I just ollie off the curb, I was just another nerd who was

Skinny as his pants is

Rooftop brownstone for the party

Light-skin with a shot of Bacardi

We caught up even though I knew her hardly

She half Russian but she wasn't in a hurry

Slowed down off the juice seeing double now

She a rebel child, flushing all the troubles out

So I asked what she doing instead of school

She replied "That ain't what I wanna talk about"

(Uhhhh) Charged up like a proton

I ain't really tryna see her with the clothes on

But I'm really tryna smash from the Half-court

Talking bout a re-match shorty, so long

But she tryna Model, tryna cop her a flight to Chicago

Over there, them niggas wild though, Its either hit or miss when your smiles gold

Boy I been in for the kill like La Roux (aye)

I might just be bullet-proof (aye)

Half of these niggas got no game

Top of the hill selling propane, oh mane, no way

Serving these chickens with lo mein, they fronting and stunting with no pay, running and gunning with no aim, (Hey!)

Verse 2 [Reg Mason]

Coheed, coheed

I dont know what I put my baby on

22 packed like Benihan-

Teeth ain't quite fucked up like Savion

Who almost fought a grown man

Old girl in the gazebo

Raymond gotta chill with the 4chan

Vauxhall niggas be evil, what?

Gotta run my tribe like I'm Igbo

Lez beard going full ebro

Niggas don't know v-dub-o

Pressure me, into this?

You a dub, ho!

Matt stay crippin 5-deuce

I ain't affiliated, I just know you

Nigga, two bars can decompose you

Selling my dick, is it bi-coastal? nah

I don't have a passport, no

Obese Sean gotta come through now

Mom got her own life so she eggshell walking on when Ima move out

'nuever around before it goes too south

32 Zel, nigga that's too south

I can't wait for the OG's

I can't wait for the thrill of an OD

I cannot wait to be out of this basement, prying your facade away

Homophobic niggas we know are gay

Putting ya fear and dollars on display like...

"shit's got me fucking mad"

Nigga I'm in the back we cookin beats

Laughing to the bank to steal me apiece

Then to papa johns to steal me a piece

Juxed some innocence up off of the street

You ain't nothing you just off of the street

Then to domino's to steal me a piece

Juxing ya mother right off of the street

You ain't nothing you just off of the street